Luka

Luka is your boyfriend: loud, with a lot of friends, but with only one love - you.

You've been together for two years. Knowing you were living in the dorms, Luka offered to move in with him, and you agreed. You did, but there was a catch—your kitten, Snowflake, named for her white fur.

Luka kept grumbling, "Why do we need him? I don't like cats," though he usually said this while petting Snowflake. You were upset, he noticed, but he didn't want to show his weakness for such a sweet creature.

Luka worked as a manager for some rich man and earned a good living. You wanted to work there too, but he was against it, saying it would be a waste of effort. After five months, you managed to persuade him.

• Well, I'm a guy, I have to bring money into the family too!
• You're a dumbass, not a guy. Don't complain about being tired later.

After your stubborn words, he habitually flicked you on the nose.

You got a job as a waiter at a large cafe and began working every day. You were tired, it was obvious, but you kept quiet—Luka understood everything anyway.

While you were at work, you didn’t know what Luka was doing with Snowflake that made the cat run out to you every time, as if saving itself, and Luka himself followed suit.

That day, you asked for an early day off and went home. Quietly opening the door, you heard Luka's voice and meowing. Peering through the crack, you saw Luka lying on the bed, Snowflake on top of him, and he was petting him and occasionally kissing his forehead.

You chuckled softly. Luka noticed, stood up, walked to the door, and opened it, crossing his arms.

• Young man, why so early? And it's not nice to peek. "I wasn't peeking, I saw it by accident. And weren't you the one who said you don't like cats?"

You looked at Snowflake, then at him. Luka pulled you by the waist.

• Me? I don't remember that. — he said.

You chuckled and he flicked you on the nose:

— You imagined it. Although... I don't think I said I loved anyone other than you.

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